The fans in the stands were cheering and singing as I approached the home plate. Top of the ninth inning, and the home team pitcher was up to 25 outs, no hits, no walks. He just had to get two more outs, and he'd have pitched a perfect game. Plus, given his team was nine runs up, it was unlikely that we'd make up the difference, especially given the defeat in my team-mates' eyes.
So I strode up to the base, the words of the coach telling me to 'rest for the next game'.
And I bunted for a single.
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